As Kayla approached the boards, she studied them with interest. They had no writing on them anywhere, not that she could see. Damn, maybe this wasn't the right place. But they looked exactly like the one in her dream, except for the writing. This had to be where she was supposed to find him.

Kayla didn't even question the surety that she was supposed to find this man, if she had thought about it too hard, she would have convinced herself that she was delusional. So instead she just accepted that he was there somewhere, waiting for her and she was going to find him.

"You!" a deep voice accused from behind.

Kayla whirled around and there he was. Ebony skin, dark sensuous eyes, kissable mouth, her dream man. Not quite the way she had imagined him, he was standing on the beach, dry, with his surfboard stuck in the sand beside him. His board was red and yellow, just like the one she had been looking at, except his had the word Instructor scrawled across it in black lettering. His dark eyes were narrowed and as accusing as his one word had been.

"It's you," Kayla whispered, taking a step forward, ready to claim him for her own. "And you know me, too?" she asked in wonder.

Kayla goes to Hawaii looking for an escape from her divorce and impending thirtieth birthday. She gets an awakening of a gift of dreamed foresight her grandmother claimed to have, and Kayla had always shunned. When Kayla dreams of her destined lover, she desperately wants to harness this newfound gift. But can she use what she has ignored for so long ignored? If she finds him, will she be able to claim him, or has she strayed so far from her destined path that her dreamed ending will never come true?